Malik Shabazz

I agree with you for the most part. However, and I'll speak for myself, when I see a good-looking girl walking down the street I don't know her personality or how intelligent she is. I only know that she has nice legs and a cute face. Not to say that I don't value them as human beings, just that I don't know them personally enough to appreciate their non-physical attributes. This actually how I see it too.

People haven't realized that he's a fraud yet?

Lolwut? Tywin has a sphere?

I've been gone for a while. As much as I hate this game, I feel this weird attachment to it. Each time I leave and vow never to return I end up coming back. I'm not officially back but I'm considering it. Anyway, what's the current political situation in CN?

Here's another short story from me, it's called "Crushed". Crushed It’s a late night. The TV is running. I sit in the middle of the sofa, while she sits to the left of me. There is a silence, and then she puts her feet on my lap. Those legs… Those brown, silky, long legs. I find myself resisting the urge to kiss and lick them, as if they were Fudgesicles. Trying to fight this feeling is futile. Maybe I should give into temptation just this once. Then I woke up, and realized that it was just a dream. A dream that will never become reality. I’m just one of the many in a long list of men who seek her attention on a daily basis, and I’m all the way at the bottom. I’m not even honorable mention. Every day I see her, and my greetings are met with cold shoulders. I’m not the best at taking hints, however. The more she ignores me, the deeper the obsession grows. It just makes me pursue her even more, like a dog chasing a cat. Then I realize that I mean nothing to her. If only she knew the depths of my lust for her. Dreaming about her helps me escape from reality; the reality that I can never have her, never hold her in my arms, never call her mine. The greatest feeling in the world is to love and be loved back, a feeling that I’ll never experience.

It was like that because it had dialogue. This is basically a character thinking to him/herself.

I believe in God, and I've seen evidence in my life that proves he exists. However, I come from a religious family where I didn't really have a choice and I'm currently in the process of finding him for myself. I don't think we were put on Earth to simply exist either. I guess you can say that we each have our own purpose and I'm still trying to find mine. Thank you, but what do you mean by "I was thinking less"? I can somewhat agree with this. Everyday of our lives we're either trying to gain or fight against power.

Any Hip-Hop fans out there will appreciate this. Last night, I found a song by 2Pac called Runnin' From the Police. It features the Outlawz, Biggie, Stretch, and Buju Banton. It was recorded in 1994. It's significant, and almost scary/creepy/weird to listen to, because it is the only known collaboration between 2Pac and Biggie while they were alive. Nonetheless, it's a really good song. The beat is amazing, and everyone in it had good verses. Three of the Outlawz dropped the first three verses, followed by a solid hook by Buju. Then Biggie and Stretch go back and forth, before Tupac comes in in the last verse and kills it. You may have heard the 2003 version that was remixed by Eminem and Dr. Dre called "Dyin to Live". I prefer the original version to the 2003 version, because it is so much better. So yea, it's the only time Biggie and 2Pac have done a song together; listen and enjoy.

Thanks man.

Yea, it's just stuff that I think about sometimes. Definitely not suicidal, though I have been pretty down lately.

Here is a short story I just wrote called "Wasted". Wasted By: George Gordy I’m wasted. No, not wasted as in drunk or high. I mean wasted as in my entire life, thus far, has been a waste. I’ve wasted so many opportunities to do better out of selfishness and stupidity. My mistakes have caught up with me, and I don’t see the point of doing this whole life thing anymore. Should I end it all, right here in this bedroom? Should I put my loved ones through the shock and horror, of finding my lifeless body lying in a pool of blood? Should I take this gun here and put a bullet in my head? I mean, why shouldn’t I? “It’s selfish! There are people out there who care about you!” Okay, forget suicide. Say I was driving on 695, I get hit by a truck and that’s the end of it. Would anybody really care? Sure they’ll dress me up real nice, put me in a casket, put my face on t-shirts, and throw me a nice little funeral. After a week nobody will care, and they’ll forget it ever happened. It’s not like I found the cure for cancer, was a famous celebrity, or a former president. I was a nobody who contributed little, if anything, to humanity. “People who commit suicide go to hell!” Is Hell really worse than a worthless existence? Burning in a lake of fire for all eternity really worse than being a screw up? Is it worse than everyone hating you and hating yourself. Does God really care if I go commit suicide? I’ve been told my entire life that I was “fearfully and wonderfully made”. If God really gave a !@#$ about me, then why did he make me this way? Why does he put us on Earth to suffer, so that we spend our entire lives hoping that we die so we can go to Paradise? So with all that being said, I have nothing to lose. Time to put an end to a wasted life. This Glock 40 has one bullet in it, for one purpose… Wasted.

I think that you should expand on it a little bit more, it's too short. Other than that it's pretty good, keep going and don't give up.

So it's happened before?

NPO, NpO, and NSO should unite to form one alliance. It would probably be the most powerful alliance in the history of Bob.

How about the New World Order?

Alright, thanks.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/GGordy/1363628/ The link I have provided is to a five-chapter short story I finished writing this past summer. It's called Plummet, and it's about a kid named Chris Winslow who basically has a rough life and falls in with the wrong crowd. I've put a lot of time into it, and I haven't gotten a lot of reviews. If you get around to it, try to read it and leave reviews on the blog. Thank you. -Loki

I'm mostly here because I'm bored and love messing with you, carry on. Add GOONS to that list and I concurr.

The pot calling the kettle black, throwing stones from a glass house, all that shit.

But I don't see the point of trying to impress an audience. Why should I care about that.

Although it is kind of true that some people are just stupid and ignorant, I think that it's better to just walk away from such people.

Again, this is completely subjective. What you may think is completely baseless and idiotic, I might think makes complete sense and is completely in line with reality. I could say "all clowns are evil", and provide factual evidence to support it; most people still wouldn't believe it because of how ridiculous. Keep in mind that the other guy thinks he's right as well. So, it is a dick measuring contest?

It goes both ways. If I make an argument and provide facts to back it up, my opponent would just shrug it off and vice versa. Someone could say something you think is completely idiotic and provide factual evidence to support it, and most people would still shrug it off because they just can't find themselves agreeing with the statement. Which is why debate is pointless. What's right or wrong is subjective. What I think is right you may think is wrong, which is why even most "intellectual debates" turn into dick measuring contests.

Because it just stirs up ill will and resentment. Both sides walk away with their opinions intact and it doesn't change anything. Everytime I get into an argument with someone about something, they don't see things from my point of view nor can I see things from theirs (even though I try). It's a literal waste of time, which is why I've learned to just state my opinion and walk away and if you disagree oh well.

Finally we agree.